We spilled our guts after dark in a stolen car by the icy river tumbling over the tiny rocks, forming a concert of reverberations through the nearby canyon. We’ve become everything we believed in over a coin we tossed, splashing into a wishing well, resting on a hillside of vanity.
I guess this is you and me.

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